I go into a telephone shop to buy a new telephone because I have broken the old one: I have never been into a shop like this before and I can't figure out how things work. I can only find one phone on display and it's way too expensive; eventually, by this time angry, I get the attention of the owners and ask to see both their cheapest phone and one other... then all of a sudden it's not about phones anymore and I'm going hiking with them, we're all packing up, comparing gear and figuring out how to distribute the weight fairly. Cruising across the top of the mountain we see a small Spanish village ahead of us, one narrow street flanked by tall stone houses. It's a dream so I don't waste time wondering how a Spanish hill village got to Africa. There is a large sign on the approach path saying "Onion Festival today!" Cool, I think, I must be sure to node this. The festival seems to consist entirely on one long conga line which is going up and down the street, up and down, so I join it...